MF Grimm - “Master Builders”
[Emcee(s): MF Grimm]
[Producer(s): The Architech]

[Verse 1: MF Grimm]
Blow up, change world we’re living in
Tears drop from eyes like nitroglycerin
Time love no man, we’re all dated
Strive to be a success like those who did it
Brother passed away in my arms, I was
Shot up. Still, I remain calm
But died, came back to life, grabbed a pen
“I understand” precious as oxygen
Soldiers put in the work, must be Sabbath
Afraid to say my name like Dead Rabbits
Outcasted, bastards turned me savage
Revenge across my heart, I gotta have it
The spirit is in the room—that’s a sign
While others in the room are not kind
Save them if only I could rewind
Closure I can’t find, try to black it out my mind
The Creator, I ask Him, “Why do you love me?”
Enter Heaven, why did You pick me?
Right back on Earth, why did you stick me?
You took my brother—why did you trick me?
You knew I loved him—now I’m without him
It felt like he turned his back. I said, “Fuck him”
Word up, get this dough, plot some murders
Enemies killed, but I don’t feel no better
Wasn’t raised to be this—why am I bitter?
Succumb to American Hunger like a quitter
Haunt them, leap forward, master quantum
The man my mother gave birth to, become him
The plan: make them all proud of me
‘Cause it’s not too late. Percy will be great
I respect The Architech, thankful for blessings
Hip hop is global, we leave impressions
People around the world ask me questions
In America, being black, are you tested?
Loved ones struggle, every day’s a fight
I’ll gladly trade my life to make it right
Death the ultimate sacrifice
My energy become beacon of light
Teach all the babies, grave sight, yes, I promise
Emotional, can’t stop crying like Carl Thomas
The rain bring me pain every time
A bullet entered in my spine, I try to black it out my mind
It’s wrong, tortured on planet for so long
Different man, still the same song
Huxtables off the air, blacks are tripping
Ashamed of the way we act, Cosby’s flipping
I can’t say he has no facts. How we living?
Guilty. Instead of building, we destroying
Going for self, we’re not even employing
Annoying nothing’s left for girls and boys, and
Not a lot of reason for them jump for joy, and
I’d rather heal than to sit and spit poison
We have enough brothers and sisters in prison
Sitting in the box and they’re hot but frozen
Nailed to the cross, MF was chosen
Forsaken, God sent me no signs
I try to black it out my mind
Still turning tap water to wine
[Outro: MF Grimm]
Beyond your dimension, I walk on ether. I don’t even have a chorus, money